#Chapter 322: That Is Not How You Dance

I didn’t have a clear way out of this. For the sake of international relations, I had to accept. So I did. I placed my hand in Prince Ronan’s offered one and repressed by shiver as he closed his fingers around my hand. “I would be honored to dance with you, Prince Ronan,” I said. Ronan’s eyes narrowed. I was a terrible liar. I probably shouldn’t have tried to sell it quite so much. Julian, still standing beside me, shifted his gaze from Ronan to me and back again. “Is everything alright here?” he asked. “If you would please move out of the way, Prince Julian. I would like to dance with Piper now,” Ronan said. Julian looked at me as if for direction, or confirmation. Careful to keep my face a bright, smiling mask, I nodded at Julian. Julian saw through me in an instant, and concern covered his face. But, God, the last thing the werewolf kingdom was another prince lying to a merfolk to get me out of trouble, so I tugged Prince Ronan’s hand and motioned toward an open part of the